The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

Thorne, you’re bleeding again. I looked up from the trowel, wiping a streak of grey mortar from my cheek with the back of a hand that felt like it belonged to someone else. The stone under my fingers was cold and gritty, the surface pocked with centuries of rain and wind. I was fifty-two, and my knees clicked with every movement, a dry, papery sound that matched the rhythmic cracking of the old...

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